Over the next couple of months, Doug and pete got to know each other. Doug was relatively new to the domination game: he had been a top since he had been having sex, but domination was something that he had only gotten into about 3 years before. His then boyfriend had asked Doug to tie him up and once he had, told Doug about a paddle in his bedroom. He begged Doug to use it on him: to paddle his balls, to make him cry. Doug had read about this kind of stuff, but he had never done it. Still, he liked Shaun, and he wanted to fuck him that night, so he did. He found that when he tied Shaun up, he got aroused. The paddling got him more aroused, and when he tied Shaun down before he fucked him, he almost shot early. So that was his beginning with bondage. Shaun began calling him Sir, and Doug liked it: he liked it a LOT. He began to read some more about it, and came home one day and tried something. Shaun was already home, and Doug slammed the door: "WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU OVER HERE SUCKING MY COCK, BOI?" Shaun reddened, stopped what he was doing and ran over. "Sorry Sir. I forgot my place." Doug's climax that night, was huge. He had just finished his dissertation, and had gotten a job at the university. His specialty was not much in demand, so he hadn't found a job as an actual professor. Hence, he taught two classes of freshmen, every semester, leading them through research and basic writing skills. One comment that came up on his evaluations, term after term, was "how effectively he controlled the classroom." Doug had "the voice." If you've heard it, you know it: the voice that makes you stop what you're doing, and do what "the voice" says. Even the most arrogant jock in his classes, fell into line when he used it. He was also a good teacher. He was open from the start, as to being gay, to give students a chance to move to other sections if they were uncomfortable with that. At the start, there were always 3-4 who did. Now, no one did. There was usually a waiting list for his two sessions. The university wasn't ready to commit to him teaching three, nor did he want to: 50 students , writing two essays each, every week, was a heavy load. Having an academic as a boyfriend made things easier: Pete understood.
Doug was an observer of character, and one lover had called him a "chameleon," because he could adapt to whatever his situation was, vis a vis his lover, or boyfriend , or one night stand. What he learned about Pete, was that pete liked to be told what to do. He didn't like making choices or decisions. pete told him how much anxiety he had been in when Doug asked him what kind of pizza he liked: he liked pizza. He didn't like making choices. And he liked being controlled. He could climax simply by having Doug lie on top of him, and restrict his movements. Ropes were even better. He had sensitive spots, especially his neck and ears. Doug found out, too, that a little nibble on pete's chin, could drive him crazy. So could licking the back of his knees, or running his finger slowly down pete's ass crack. Sex was fine, and pete was a great lover , always trying to please, but his favorite things had very little to do with sex. Doug, on the other hand, was a VERY sexual person, and working out the details of that took some doing, but they did it. pete's extremely passive nature was such that if Doug said "no foreplay, just fucking," he'd go along with it. Eventually, Doug created a situation where there was LOTS of foreplay before he either fucked pete's ass or his mouth, or just blew a load over his hairy body. "Thank God he doesn't shave," Doug said to himself, more than once. He liked hairy men. He learned, on the other hand, that when he was dating Jake, pete had been shaved regularly. Doug was, as we learned, lanky and with blue eyes. He had a receding hairline, and at 34 was well on his way to being prematurely bald. He also wore small, round glasses, and kept a very short beard - not quite a beard, and not quite a goatee. He had been thinking about shaving it until he found out how much pete liked being scruffed. Now it stayed.
One weekend afternoon, after they had made love, pete asked Doug "You know, I never understood why you picked me up that day. Tell me." Doug put his arm around him, pulling pete into him. pete also loved the smell of Doug's armpits, his crotch, all of his "mansmells" as he called them. It was good that they had just had sex, because Doug's pits were arousing pete.
"Well, physically, you're my type Mr. pete." Doug smiled, gently pulling pete's hair. "Dark curls, dark eyes, slim, hairy, preppy, you hit all my favorites. And you were standing there, looking SO lost. " Doug kissed him. "I thought 'he's gonna be fun for a night at least,' and you were. But you turned out to be something else I like in a man: INTERESTING. There's a lot less of that around then you might think."
pete laughed. "you know, Jake told me that too." Doug put pete's head in a playful squeeze "Listen up handsome. You don't bring him to bed with us. EVER. GOT IT?" pete smiled, looking at Doug with big, desiring eyes "Yes sir." "Now, you know you want it, and you know I want it. GET IN THERE AND LICK THAT PIT" "YES SIR!!!!" pete buried in and his tongue got to work. "DAMN you're good at that pete. FUCK.... " Doug reached down and took pete's balls and began to play with them - another thing he learned pete liked. So did pete. He didn't know until the first time Doug did it. "OH GEEZ. Your pits, and you hands. GOD... " Doug didn't see it, but pete's eyes began to roll to the back of his head.
They were walking across campus, hand in hand, when pete saw Jake. "OH SHIT. He saw us. Look. He waved." "So, we say hello. What's the problem." Jake came over. "PETE. It's good to see you." He looked at Doug. "Hi, I'm Jake. Do you mind if I give your boyfriend a hug?" "That's up to him." Doug smiled. He knew pete wanted it. He whispered "go ahead. it's fine." "I see you're married Jake. I think I saw the story in the faculty newsletter. Congratulations." "Thanks. anthony is a gem. I can't believe how lucky I am." He paused. "Faculty newsletter." "Yes. I teach here in the English department." "Ah. So we have a little cross department meeting here. " He smiled at pete. "You guys have to come over sometime. anthony makes a killer roast chicken. We'd love to have you over for dinner. Good to catch up with pete, and to get to know you Doug." "That sounds good. How's about I get your number from pete and we set something up." Jake laughed. "I'm sorry to say something like this, but I'm not used to English professors being so organized. Sure. " He smiled. "I was also not used to scientists being, ahem, LESS than organized. Remind pete to give you the number." He looked at his watch. "I gotta get to seminar. Nice to see you pete, nice to meet you Doug." After he was gone, Doug sighed. "Your ex is a bit of an asshole, pete." "Yeah, he is. He fucks like the demon though." "You want a demon fuck, you sexy bitch? I got one of those for you. Let's get home."
As Doug was putting his key into the door of his apartment, pete put his arms around his waist from behind. "Think I might be able to get one of those?" Doug looked at him and smiled. "Of course! In fact, I'm not at all sure why you haven't moved in yet."
He walked into the apartment. "Soda? Water?" "Whatever you're having." Doug smiled. He was getting used to that answer. He took a bottle out of the refrigerator and looked up at this tall, handsome man in his living room. "Ever been kissed against a refrigerator , pete?" "Hmm. Can't remember. " "Then get in here." "Yes sir." Doug put his hands on pete's cheeks. "You are just so fucking hot." He maneuvered him against the fridge, and began kissing. He nibbled pete's lower lip, and pete found out about a NEW erogenous zone, as he moaned. Doug kissed lightly, then pressed in, shoving his tongue into pete's mouth. He made smacking noises as he kissed pete, and slid his hands behind him, cupping his ass. "I want you. I want you now." "Oh.... yes sir." pete whispered, as Doug took his hand and led him to the bedroom. pete began to strip and Doug stopped him. "No. Not this time. This time, I do it." The smile on pete's face was like a kid getting his first bike. "Lay back pete. Try to relax. Trust me. " "I trust you Doug. I mean Sir.. " Doug had pulled off both of pete's sneakers and then his athletic socks. He smiled as he climbed on top of pete, kissing his face. "You're the least athletic person I know, but you were athletic socks." "Don't they make good gags, Sir?" Doug smiled. "We'll find out. Later. " He began to unbutton pete's yellow shirt. "I love how this looks on you pete. Sunny. Like your smile. " He began rubbing scruff over pete's chest. His nips might not have been sensitive but the scruff was working its magic. pete's trademark "oh sweet Jesus," came out of his mouth, as Doug went back up, finding his neck. "NO. You gotta work harder for that Doug." pete smiled, trying to close off his neck to Doug. Doug just smiled, and went after the other side. He got in with his scruff and pete just moaned. As Doug scruffed pete, he loosened his jeans. pete wore tight, skinny jeans so Doug had to move down to pull them off. He saw pete's hard cock through his briefs. "I do not think I have ever rimmed you pete. That's about to change. Grab your ankles. Hold them up." "Yes sir. " pete loved getting rimmed. It was something Jake didn't do: "that's bottom work," he had said. Doug had no such problems. His tongue was short and thick, and he painted big, broad strokes along the outside of pete's ass, before he targeted the tip to pete's hole. "OH MY FUCKING GOD. GLORY BE!" pete yelled. He hadn't felt that kind of thrill in a long, long time. His cock was getting thicker, and harder, and he reached for it. Doug pushed his hand away. "Not until I'm done, pete." "Sorry. Yes sir." pete was used to being tied down by Jake, so he moved his wrists back to where they would have been, while Doug's tongue snaked in, further and further. "You like that pete?" He looked up, with what was a serious question. "I FUCKING LOVE IT. GEEZ. If you knew how hard it is for me not to cum right now." "Me too, sweetie." pete felt Doug's hard cock begin its assault on his ass. The rimming had gotten him lubed real well, and Doug slid in, taking pete the way he had so many times already. He pumped fast, and hard. When pete moved his hand, Doug shook his head yes, and pete began to jerk. Doug got into a rhythm, paralleling what pete was doing to himself. As pete got faster, so did Doug. "I wanna cum with you, stud," he whispered to pete. "Go faster. FASTER. "FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK" two voices joined as they did cum in tandem. pete continued to smile. "Oh Damn. That felt so good. You actually wanted us to shoot together?" "I'd like it if we did every time. " He kissed pete's ear, and then looked at him. "Now, seriously, do you want a key just to hang out here, or are you moving in?" Pete licked his lips. "I'd like to move in. Sir." "There's room. Let's get your stuff as soon as we can. "
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "How do you do? I'm Pete's mom, Melissa. " "Nice to meet you ma'am. Pete has told me about you. I'm Doug." "He's told me about you too. You know, he's very fond of you." "Well the feeling is mutual Melissa." Melissa dropped her voice. "Doug, listen. Pete can be a challenge sometimes. Trust me. No one knows it better than I do. Take my number. Call me. I'm glad you two are hitting it off." Doug looked at the card. "Thank you ma'am. If something comes up."
Melissa smiled and walked off as pete yelled "MA. Have you seen my pink oxford?" "Yes dear. It's at the laundry." "Why is it at the laundry?" "Uh, pete, is that the shirt you wore to dinner with me last week?" "YEAH. How did you know?" "Because you spilled soy sauce on it." "Oh. Yeah. That's right." pete blushed. "Sorry folks. I'm just, well.. nervous. I never moved in with a man before." Doug went up to him. "Listen up pete. You are moving in with me, if I have to put you in a sack and carry you into the apartment myself. Now, take what you want for a week. I'm sure your mom isn't gonna change the locks. You can come back and get whatever you want." "Pete, are you taking your brown cords?" Melissa yelled from the bedroom, and pete blushed. "HUH? What's that blush about petester?"" "They were Jake's favorite pants on me. " "So take them and try them on at home. Maybe they'll be mine too." Melissa heard the exchange. She smiled. "An adult. It'll be good to have another one in the family."
When they got pete's stuff to Doug's apartment, and had put it down, Doug put his arms around pete. "Now, listen up you sexy boi. Stop being so nervous. Jake liked them. So what? You're not sleeping with Jake anymore. You're sleeping with me, and I wanna see what they look like. Change." "GULP. Yes sir." pete started to go off to the bedroom with them "No, no. Right here. I've seen you naked. Right here." "Sigh. Yes sir." pete slipped out of his shoes, and then his jeans. He put on the corduroys. Doug smiled. "WELL. I can see why they were Jake's favorite. I like you better in your BLACK ones, but.... " He came over and ran his hand over pete's ass. "Your ass looks good to begin with, but in these pants..." He slipped behind pete, and began to lick his ear. "I'm so glad you're here. Now I can sleep with you every night." "I'd like that Sir." "Right now, I don't wanna sleep with you but.... can you kneel in those pants?" "Oh YES SIR! " He laughed. They wouldn't have been Jake's favorites if I couldn't." "ON YOUR KNEES. I need relief." "May I... open your zipper Sir?" "Yes. Then get your lips on me. Make it fast, boi." pete didn't answer. He just got to the task of sucking. And he sucked well. Doug thought it was because whoever he was blowing could let him know he was in charge by holding his head. He did that now, and he could hear the moan of pleasure, everytime he pushed pete forward. "When I'm done, we're gonna see if you can hold your jizz for twenty minutes." "DAMN." thought pete. "TWENTY MINUTES" Could he? He didn't know? Jake wasn't really interested in whether he came or not after sex, but he'd get ten minutes in the bathroom. TWENTY? " Doug seemed to be reading his mind. "Next week it goes down to 15. OH SHIT THAT TONGUE.." pete wrapped his tongue around Doug's cockhead, and Doug shot like a cannon. pete grabbed for every drop. He smiled. "Thank you Sir. It was wonderful." "Let's get you on the bed. Those restraints are waiting." "YES SIR!!!!! " pete almost ran to the bedroom to get in position. Once he was, Doug tightened the restraints around his wrists, and pulled down his cords. pete's cock shot out. "Ha ha. This isn't gonna need 20 minutes. You're such a little bitch it might take me five." "We'll see Sir. OH MY GOD..." Doug had run his finger down the back of Pete's cock. pete pulled his lips together. He wasn't gonna last. Not even close. He screamed and the jizz that came out nearly caught Doug's eye. Doug smiled, looking down at his bound lover. "Welcome home pete." He kissed him. "Stay as long as you like.."